In our little Free Methodist...
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In our little Free Methodist Church, long ago, Brother Parker was always the last to speak during the Thursday night testimony meetings. After the small flock had all taken their turns, Brother Parker would create a dramatic pause by just sitting still. Everyone knew, everyone waited, and the pastor took a deep breath. Then, slowly Brother Parker's large frame would come to a standing position and he'd start out. It was always the same. "I'm not sure God can ever forgive me." Then he'd take a good-sized pause. "I've done some awful things. (Pause) I've repented and I've confessed. (Pause) But I've taken food to the poor. (Longer pause) I don't have any money but I put in what I can." (Pause, a very long one as Brother Parker's black eyes surveyed the little flock) Finally he'd say, "And I'd like to say a prayer right now." With that, he would turn his body more frontally to the people, hook his thumbs into his vest and start to pray. His voice would rise rhetorically as he summarized all his virtues and tossed in several long-ago sins. Finally, he'd sit down. Most of us youngsters had felt well entertained. -- Hoornstra
